A/N: I have not updated in forever! Even if I am late at updating sometimes, I will not abandon any story. Sorry for the short chapters and long wait! I have had a lot on my plate this week, so my updates are going to be slow and short. Sorry! I am in high school and the teachers have loaded us down with work! Also, there is a writing assesment coming up in March that all high schoolers (here where I live) must take. So, wish me luck! I will update again as soon as I can!

(Cardinal)

The sargeant came into our barracks before dawn and started yelling at us to get up. I sighed inwardly before jumping to my feet to get ready along with everybody else. When we finally walked out the door, I realized the rain was pouring down from the sky. Training in the rain made everything more of a challenge, which every SAS men hated. Lightning streaked across the sky and the thunder seemed to explode over our heads. Usually, we never trained when the weather was this bad, but the sargeant was either blind or deaf to the weather. We continued to walk down toward the mess hall, where all the other soldiers were gathering.

I looked at the others, "Any idea what is happening?" They all shook their heads and I eventually told myself we would find out eventually. Lion led us into the mess hall with the other units and we all looked at the sargeant, waiting for an explanation.

Beside the sargeant stood two people, one man one woman, both dressed nicely. The mess hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop as we all waited to see what was going to happen next.

The man spoke first, "What we are about to tell you is confidential information and must noe be repeated to anybody outside of this camp. A few weeks ago, we lost one of our best agents, Alex Rider, to a newly formed organization; known as Cub around here. When he was fourteen, he went on multiple missions for us, MI6. He had a one hundred percent success rate; the best we have ever seen."

A man in front of me spoke up, "Why did you make a kid do a man's job?"

"It was in his blood." Blunt showed a picture on a huge screen above him of an older man, probably in his thirties. "This man's name here in the SAS was Hunter."

Whispers broke out among the soldiers, even I was shocked for a moment. Hunter was a legend here in the SAS along with his brother, Panther.

Another picture showed up beside the thirty year old man of a young boy. "These two people," Blunt spoke. "Are related. Panther was Cub's uncle and Hunter was his father. After Panther was assasinated, Cub started to get curious. We told him his uncle died in a car accident, because he was not wearing his seatbelt. Cub did not believe us and went to the junkyard where his uncle's car was; he found bullet holes in the exterior. Ever since that day, he was working for us. Now, a new organization is rising and they are more dangerous than Scorpia. This organization wants to exterminate MI6, CIA, ASIS, along with many others. We need your help if we are all going to survive. So, from now on, the SAS will be under our command. Should you back away, you will never be a soldier again. Should you turn traitor, we will kill you; is that understood?"

"Yes sir!" All of the soldiers yelled, including me. However, one did not; Cheetah.

(Tom)

I clenched my fists, how could they come here and command every one of us to fight for them? They never tried to save Alex, so why should we protect them? I will not protect them, no matter what! I turned my back on everybody and exited the mess hall, then started walking back to the barracks. I heard footsteps from behind me, but I ignored them. A hand grabbed my shoulder a second later.

"Cheetah, how come you left like that?" Cardinal asked.

I did not stop walking, "No reason. I just think those people are untrustworthy."

He laughed, "Yeah, they expect us to protect them from this new organization. Even though I do not want to, I have to obey orders."

"You do not have to obey all of your orders." I remarked, "I just do not trust them. Something is wrong here... If this new organization is after all of these military intelligence agencies, then could they send in some of their agents to protect them and gather more information?"

Cardinal shrugged, "Not unless they have a spy in place already."

"Or they are about to recruit one that is perfect for the job." I sighed.

"Well, who would be perfect for a mission like that? It will be a suicidal mission for the agent." Cardinal asked.

I tried to process everything that has happened, "Cardinal. Listen to me for a moment, okay. Cub... he was my best friend. When we were captured by Serpant, Cub was the one who saved us."

"You were in that mess? That is right, I think I remember you now. You were the one that was tied to that bomb." Cardinal stated.

I nodded, "The thing is... when the building blew up, days after that, MI6 said Cub was dead. But, how can they know if they never found Cub's body or DNA?"

Cardinal was about to answer, but stopped. "There is no way they could find evidence. That explosion would disentegrate anything within range."

"Exactly. So, it is possible that Cub may be alive." I replied.

"Even if he is alive, what are you going to do about it? His life is ruined. After all, dead men are not supposed to return."

"What if they can?" I asked.

A/N: What should Alex's challenge be?